The Wall

I’m back in my room again…

Door closed…

Hungry…

Mentally exhausted…

But, I’m building that wall… again.

Yessssssssss…

That beautiful division between light and darkness…

The perfect comprehensive communicator that requires NO explanation, because you KNOW what you do.

The last wall I thought was pretty sturdy.

I felt it sent out a clear message of advoidance. It was an alluring shade of brick red and violent blue.

Yes. I chose to use bricks and cement of hate. I thought that would keep you out.

But you found your way back in.

You did your damage… once again.

After careful consideration, I found that the weak link was in my heart.

So now I’m back at start…

This is such a waste of energy, but i’mma play it smart this time. I’m using stone and gravity with depth to the grave. I’mma build this wall high and wide…

I’m really gonna box you out this time…

This is the finality of you and me…

This sounds like a lovers quarrel but your just a cruel bitter evil venomous Auntie. What a way to hate your baby sister’s child… that YOU raised…

Wall finished…

Two weeks time has passed.

I’m still in my room…

Door still closed…

Still Hungry…

Still Mentally exhausted…

But your Svengali tactics no longer work on me…

Four months time has passed…

They find you dead…

There’s a knock on the room door…

I hear it open…

“Kish, you in there? what’s going on???? Where in the hell did this wall come from? KISHA, ANSWER ME!!!”

I don’t bother to respond, it’s just another generation of HER…

They frantically begin removing the stones… I chuckle because it will take them about a week or two to break through… I still have no food…

But I grew wings…

You’re dead…

And I’m FREE…